Gay band one shots

Ryden- Don't let me go

Hello! I really wanted to write a Ryden! I think its so cute.

(Ryden is real and the government knows it!) Any way, send in requests.

Love you guys. Enjoy!

This is also a trigger warning! TRIGGER WARNING!!!! I warned you!

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**Ryan's P.O.V**

   Brendon stood in front of me, his head down. He looked so hurt. The shell of my boyfriend. He had scars, all over his thighs and stomach.

   "Oh... Brendon..." I whisper, pulling him as close as humanly possible. It was then he fell apart, at my very finger tips. He sobs, his hands clutching onto me like I'd disappear at any moment, I lead him to the bed, sitting down and pulling him onto my lap, hushing him the whole way. He looked so scared...

   "I.... Never again!" He sobs. I nod, pressing kisses to his hair. He looks up at me, and slowly kisses me. I kiss back, running my fingers through his messy hair. He pulls away and sits up. He slowly touches the newest scars, whimpering. I take his hand away.

   "No, Brendon. This doesn't make you weak. It means you were scared, and felt like you had no where to turn. This was just a bump in you're road, baby boy. Nothing else." I say, leaning down and kissing each of his scars softly.

   Brendon had finally showed me. I had noticed his secretive, skittish manner lately, so I confronted him. Then he told me. Now we both had broken parts, that we could work together to patch back up. I pick him up bridal style, carrying him to the bathroom. He whines when I set him down, so I give him a kiss.

   By the end of the day, I realized how lucky I was to stop him then, not later.. Because he might have been gone by then.

**Time skip.**

   I started checking Brendon for cuts daily. He hated it, but I had to be safe. Keep him from hurting himself again.

   "Ryan?" He asks, after I finish his check, and help him get dressed.

   "Yeah, Beboo?" I ask. He blushes at his nickname, but smiles.

   "Are we ever going to tell the fans?" He asks. I bite my lip. He had never asked about that, but I wasn't quite sure that was a good idea.

   "I don't know... Maybe one day. Most will be thrilled... But you and I will get massive amounts of hate. You know that. I don't want a relapse because of that." I say, my hands softly caressing his cheek. He smiles, and nods, then curls in my lap. He kisses my lips, his head tilted left, and slowly begins kissing down my neck. I smirk.

   I grab his arms, holding them above his head and slide a hand underneath his shirt. My lips find his neck and I suck his sweet spot. He gasps and moans softly, looking at me so innocently.

   "The things you do to me baby." I growl, kissing him, then catching his bottom lip between my teeth.

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UGGGGH! It's so short! I'm sorry but i have some writers block.

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